Angela stopped short at the door to the room. Both Johnny and David looked at her pointedly.

"Fine," she grumbled and pushed the door open and walked inside.

Jack looked up to see his visitors walk into the room.

"Hey," Angela said quietly.

"Hey," Jack mumbled, watching his visitors file into the room. Frankie squeezed past the door jam and handed Jack a glass of water.

"Here," Uncle Will said as he finished pouring a dark red liquid into a large silver spoon. He extended the spoon towards Jack's mouth. Jack stared at the medicine for a moment before opening his mouth and obediently swallowing it. He grimaced as the bitter syrup slid down his raw throat but he did not complain.

Uncle Will set the medicine on the nightstand and turned to his niece. "He'll need at least three spoonfuls a day. Once with every meal and more often if necessary. Don't keep him up too long; he needs his rest," Uncle Will then quietly stepped out of the room. Angela resisted the urge to inquire as to when she had been designated 'nurse'. She just sighed at turned her gaze back to Jack. He was staring lethargically off into space, his eyes only half open. Sweat was starting to bead on his forehead and he sniffled.

"So..." Johnny said, breaking the awkward silence.

"So, um..." David rocked on his heels. Angela rolled her eyes as an anxious silence descended upon the room once more.

"Look, you're pretty darn sick and you need your rest or you're not going to get better. So in short, you're going to be bedridden for a while but you're going to be just fine," Angela explained, "So Johnny, David, and I just wanted to let you know that and that we hope you feel better. We're going to let you relax and get some rest now, all right?"

Jack nodded. He turned his head and opened his mouth to say something but he lapsed into a fit of coughing. Johnny reached over and handed him the water off the nightstand. "Thanks," Jack gasped between coughs.